One Night Stand [ON HOLD]

one.

[rachel]

I get out of the bed slowly. I put my panties on and then I look for my bra, which is on the other side of the room. I take it and put it on me. I go to the living room and I see my dress on the couch, lying there. I add it to my body and I search my purse.

"Good morning" A voice says behind me. I turn around and the muscular body I slept with is in front of me.

"Oh, good morning" I reply with a fake smile.

"Are you leaving now?"

"Yeah that's how a one night stand works. It was a great night but... I have to leave Michael" I explain. He nods and comes closer. He's going to hug me but I step back. I extend my hand and he, awkwardly, holds my hand moving it. He comes with me until the door of his house. I get out.

"Well, goodbye" He says. I wave and I go downstairs. His flat was in a low level so I can go through stairs.

I check my phone and look at the hour. I have to run to arrive at the bar. I prefer to take the subway. I think there's one near here. I run and yes, I was right, there's one gate to the subway. I take the one that leaves me near Times Square. I have to be fast but at this time in Times Square there's a lot of people. When we arrive at the stop I run out of the subway the fastest I can. I run through the streets. People still stare at me, even they are walking and they are going at the same speed level as me. I finally arrive at the pub. I have to take a minute to breathe correctly and I look at my cell again. Ugh, I'm still late. I get inside and my friends are waiting for me.

"Another one night stand, Rachel?" Kurt asks. I smile awkwardly before nodding slowly. He sighs and then they start laughing. That's why I don't have a man in my life, I have my friends. At least, that's what I believe.

"Sorry, guys... I overslept a little bit, you know, long night" I say with a smirk. They stare at me with cold faces. I frown as my smile fades and I look at each one of them "Wait, this is not like an intervention, right?" Blaine sighs and looks at me seriously.

"Rachel, you know we love you but-"

"Uh no, I'm not staying for this" I say standing up. Santana grabs my wrist.

"Rachel, we just want to help" She tells me. I don't usually see this part of Santana, she's always funny and happy, and even defensive when you mess with her. I look down and sit again, crossing my arms. I wait until Kurt starts talking.

"So, you have to change. Like Blaine was trying to say, we love you but you're out of control! You need a change and this 'one night stand's thing is not helping you"

"Guys, I'm not going to change, this is me acept it!" I defend myself.

"This is not the girl I met in high school, this is not my best friend" I grit my teeth at that comment.

"You just turned into a cold person who looks like a s-" Blaine stops when he realises what he is going to say. I raise an eyebrow.

"Go on, say it"

"Slut, you behave like a slut" Santana finishes.

"The point is... We want you to stop, and live your life" Kurt tells me with a smile.

"I'm living my life" I shrug.

"Okay, Rachel, listen. You need to settle down and find someone!" Santana yells slowly. I roll eyes.

"Rachel don't roll eyes, it's just the truth. You're not twenty anymore" Kurt tells me.

"Of course daddy, I'm twenty four, I realise that time goes on" I reply while I flip my hair. They stare at me, again, with those mad eyes "And... Fine. But, you know, today I have another one and I don't feel like cancelling"

"Okay, but this one is the last one" Blaine orders.

"Sure. So, this night has to be remembered because it's going to be my last one" I say with my hands in the air "By the way, where is Sam?" Kurt looks at Blaine. Blaine looks at Santana.

"What? Thanks you two are very nice, uh?" Kurt and Blaine shrug shoulders.

"Santana, tell me" I tell her. She looks at me.

"Sam proposed to Mercedes and they are celebrating it" She explains. I feel like if someone stabbed me right in my heart. I look down and a waiter comes.

"Are you going to drink something?" He asks. I look at him and I shoot him a fake smile.

"I want the strongest drink you have in here" He nods and writes something on a paper.

"Not a good morning, right?" He asks. I look at my nails.

"Just a normal one for me" I say with a fake smile. There're not good mornings for me, everything is just the same. Santana looks at me as if I was an injured puppy.

"Please Santana, don't look at me that way, I'm strong and I can handle Sam and Mercedes getting married"

"Then, imagine the wedding" Kurt tells me.

I imagine me being a bridesmaid. Well, I'm the ex girlfriend of the groom I don't think she'll choose me as a bridesmaid. I imagine me with a sexy, tight red dress sitting in the back of the church, or wherever they are going to get married in, watching them getting married. I feel the feeling of someone stabbing me again.

"If I drink before the wedding I'll be great" I say with a smile. They all look worried and, to be honest, so am I. I don't know what I turned into but, I wasn't always this way.